When one lives alone Saturdays are often the most difficult days to get through. In the week folk are going about their business - working, shopping and the like. Sundays people are staying in or going to church and the shops are closed so not so many people around. But Saturdays are family days and I find them lonely quite often.
Walking Tess two or three times means I get to chat to fellow dog-walkers and this morning I had to go into town to the cash machine and to get some milk, so at least I had a trip out. I invited Tess to come with me but we had a very sharp frost and she took one look out of the door and scuttled back and got in her bed. But I did manage one pleasant conversation with a man and a Red Setter. They were standing outside the supermarket waiting for the man's wife who was shopping inside. I stopped to chat to the dog first as (like all the Red Setters I have met) it was so friendly but then the man and I got talking about dogs we had owned and their personalities.
I walked across the road to the Bakers (we have two very good ones) and bought myself a cheese and onion pasty for my lunch - it was delicious. Then I sat down to read The Guardian and promptly fell asleep. I try hard never to do this but it is harder to stay awake when the weather is so cold I think. Now, at a quarter to five in the evening we are all shut up for the night. The frost has come down and there is a sliver of moon in the sky and it is very cold. I have pulled my car as close to the bungalow as I can so that it is as sheltered as possible. I did this last night and it really helped a lot with the car not being too frosted up this morning.
Another terrorist atrocity. Will there ever be a time when all faiths can live together in peace and harmony? I doubt it but it does sadden me that people have to commit these acts and that people have to die in the name of religion.